Hey, guys, I'm back again and might I just say what an interesting mid-season finale last night of Legends!

I know I ship Mick/fem! Ray, but I'll admit that I now ship Mick/Mya especially after last night's episode! But, I still like Mick/Fem!Ray which is the central part of this story.

Now, I know my last one wasn't…the best, but hopefully this one will make up for it. This story has been spinning in my head for a while now, and it may sound familiar to some people. I'll give you a hint as to why: it's a kind of a parody of an episode of another TV show. Which one? I'm not going to reveal that to you guys yet. But if you happen to guess or figure it out, feel free to comment and I'll tell you if you're right or not.

So, anyway, I'll stop talking and get on with the story!


Chronos scrambled to get to the control panel as his ship was veering out of control. Lights flashed and sparks flew behind him as he pressed the button to contact his employers.

Time Master Druce's hologram appeared reveling a very distraught older man.

"What's going on?" Chronos asked him as he braced himself for another bump in the time stream.

Druce didn't look encouraged.

"It appears your course with trying to find Rip Hunter's team in 1987 has crossed with the stream known as the Middle Knowledge."

"The what!?" Chronos had been programmed for a while now, and he had never even heard a rumor about this time stream known as the Middle Knowledge.

"We don't discuss it because it can be dangerous, and hardly anyone comes in contact with it anyway. But for what ever reason you have."

"Isn't there anything you can do to put me back on course?" His blinkers on the control panel started to flash red.

Warning, your systems are stabilized at only 10%.

Chronos took off his helmet and glared at Druce hoping against hope that he had some kind of solution for this.

"You've been drawn in too far." The hologram started to frizzle, "We'll have to send someone in to get you.

"But in the meantime you must remember that what you'll be experiencing is only a possible future of what it would have been like if you had taken a different course.

"The Middle Knowledge is the time stream of 'what ifs', and what you'll probably be experiencing is a time line where you never became Chronos. So good luck, and remember, none of it is real." The hologram disappeared just as the ship crashed someplace knocking Chronos unconscious.


Mick stirred and slowly began to wake. Surprisingly, he didn't have a headache. He was someplace soft and warm. Where was he?

He opened his eyes and found himself staring at a windowed wall and a nightstand. He sat up on his elbow and realized that he was in a bed with a thick red blanket on top of him.

Okay…

He rolled over and nearly jumped out his skin catching himself just in time from falling off the bed.

Beside him, with her back to him was a woman with long black hair sleeping peacefully. There was something familiar about her, something he couldn't place. Like he knew her but hadn't seen her in a very long time. Wait, why was there a woman sleeping next to him at all? What was the last thing he remembered? What had Druce said?

The Middle Knowledge is a time stream of 'what ifs', and what you'll probably be experiencing is a time line where you never became Chronos.

Okay, so maybe this was a woman from his past? Someone he once knew? Selina Kyle? No, Selina loved to keep her hair short.

Mick cautiously edged closer to the woman trying not to wake her. He reached out and gently rolled her onto her back. Who he saw made him jump back nearly putting him over the edge of the bed again.

Rae Palmer!?

At that exact moment he felt something hop onto the bed. He frantically looked to see a smiling little girl kneeling between he and Rae.

"Who are you?" He asked suspiciously.

Rae stirred and stretched waking.

"Morning, you two." She sat up as the little girl crawled over and snuggled herself next to her. Mick caught a gleam of a diamond on her finger. He looked down at his own left hand and all but heard fire alarms scream in his brain.

A golden wedding band.

"You okay, Mick?"

Mick looked up to see Rae's brow creased in concern, the little girl's expression mirroring her mother's.

He cleared his throat resisting the urge to scream to the heavens.

"Fine, just had a bad night's sleep."

Rae nodded not looking convinced.

"Okay." She smiled down at the little girl.

"Alright, Kelsey. Time to have breakfast so you can go out with Daddy."

"Alright," the girl apparently named Kelsey climbed off of the bed and pitter pattered to their bedroom door. Mick felt like he was having an out of body experience realizing that that was his daughter. He and Rae Palmer, no, he and Rae Rory's daughter no less.

Beside him, Rae climbed out of bed wearing a shirt that was three times too big for her.

It was more of a shirt that would fit him.

He had to get out of here.

"See you downstairs, honey." Rae followed Kelsey out of the door and down the stairs.

The moment they disappeared, Mick jumped out of bed and ran into the master bathroom all but slamming the door behind him. He looked in the mirror and told himself to take deep breaths.

How could this have even to begin to have been the life he would've have had if he hadn't become Chronos? He would have been lying if he had said he never noticed that Rae was quite a looker but he would have been telling the truth by saying that the woman annoyed him to no end with her optimism and idealism of criminals changing. How could he have ever even considered getting hitched to someone like her?

Middle Knowledge him had never grown out of being an idiot. Yeah, that had to be it. 'Cuase there was no way in heck that he could've been with her any other way. He got seduced by another pair of big brown eyes and somehow ended up married to her living in a little white picket fenced town with an ankle biter to feed.

Snart would be laughing to no end to know this.

Mick felt the familiar hatred rise against his former partner as he curled his fingers around the sink. He was supposed to kill him. Rae too. She among the others were the reason he was Chrnos to begin with. All he had to do was bide his time until Druce sent backup and then he would be on his merry way to get what he really wanted in life: revenge on Snart.

Then he would never have to come face to face with this time line ever again. He let out a breath and decided to act like this was a normal thing. It can't be too much longer until Druce sent help, right?

Mick opened the door and got ready to face the strangest day of his life.


He came downstairs to his daughter (what was her name again?) sitting at the table on a booster seat with a plate of eggs, a piece of toast….and a pile of veggies on a plate in front of her?

He knew this was probably a normal thing in Middle Knowledge Land, but he felt like he had to speak out about it nonetheless.

"Veggies in the morning?"

He heard someone laugh and looked across the room to see Rae smile in the kitchen as she pulled out two plates from the cabinet.

"You say that every morning." Her brown eyes sparkled. He also noticed that she had swept her hair up in a loose high ponytail.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't so unusual for him to make a comment on it.

"Do I have to eat this?" Mick turned his head toward the table to see his daughter looking at her mother pleadingly. Mick wasn't a sympathetic man by nature, but he had never felt more sorry for a child in all his life like he did right now.

"Kelsey, honey, you know what the doctor said." Rae walked over to the table and set it. She kissed their daughter's head, "You need to eat more vegetables; it might make you feel better."

This seem to have won Kelsey over and she picked up her fork and stabbed a carrot.

Feel better?

Mick decided not to ask figuring that Middle Knowledge him already knew what was going on. He sat down in front of one of the plates that Rae had set as she brought over a bowl of scrambled eggs in one hand and a plate of bacon in the other.

"So when do you and Kelsey plan on leaving?" Rae asked as she served herself.

Mick blanked for a moment then found a way to make a smooth recovery. At least he hoped it would look natural.

"Remind me what we're supposed to be doing again?" He looked at Kelsey with a teasing smile.

Kelsey dropped her fork with a gasp.

"How could you have forgotten?" She leaned forward and looked at her father with her mother's big brown eyes.

"It seemed to have slipped my mind entirely." Mick casually leaned back in his chair and winked at Rae who was trying hard not to smile while at the same time trying to shoot him a look that said you're the worst.

She wasn't that far off.

Kelsey looked indignant and gave a huff.

"Well, if you can't remember, I'll remind you." She cleared her throat. "Christmas tree shopping!"

"Oh, that's right," Mick snapped his finger looking outside and noticed for the first time that snow was on the ground. "Christmas tree shopping."

"Yeah," Kelsey leaned back and picked up her fork.

"What time is it?" He looked at the digital clock that was on the stove across the room. "Ah, 9. We'll leave around 10:30, look around and get an early lunch. Sound good, sweetheart?"

Kelsey nodded.

"Just remember to be back before 3," Rae nibbled on a piece of bacon, "We need to get ready for Len and Sara's Christmas party."

Mick tried to seem casual but felt the hatred curdle in his stomach. Of course Len got a happy ending with blondie. Why, they probably had 5 kids living in a big house with Len somehow pulling down a six figure job somewhere in Central City as some do-gooder.

"Why can't I go?" Kelsey asked, finishing the last of her breakfast.

"You can when you're older," Rae said, "But tonight you'll spend time with all of your friends at Uncle Cisco's and Aunt Jesse's."

Kelsey screwed her mouth thoughtfully.

"Will Sierra and Tanner be there?"

"Absolutely."

A smile lit up her face.

"Okay." She slid out of her seat, "I'll got get ready, Daddy." He heard her scamper out of the room and head up the stairs.

Daddy. The address felt alien.

Mick stood up to get a glass of milk from the refrigerator. He opened three cabinets before finding the cups and poured himself a glass at the counter.

As he screwed the cap back on the gallon, he felt a pair of lithely arms encircle his midsection.

He tensed before forcing himself to relax in them. Middle Knowledge him wouldn't resist.

"Did you have one of your nightmares again last night, baby?" He felt her rub his back.

He cleared his throat.

"No; just a bad night's sleep."

"Worried about Kelsey?"

"Yeah," he lied. He turned around with the glass in his hands and Rae let go.

"I should probably tell you how the doctor's visit went yesterday." She said.

Mick blinked.

"Oh?" Maybe he'd get some answers as to what was wrong with her. Not that he cared; he just didn't want to seem like he suddenly forgot an important piece of his daughter's life that was really important. Like, her apparent frail health.

Rae crossed her arms and looked down to the white tiles.

"She got an official diagnosis. Fibromyalgia."

"What's that?" He tried to appear concerned as he took a sip but knew that he was failing.

Fortunately, Rae didn't seem to notice.

"No one knows what causes it, but doctors know what it effects, which are mainly her nerves. It explains why she's always in pain, why she doesn't sleep well, why she's always tired…well, basically everything."

"So…is there a cure?" Mick leaned back on the counter, "I mean, I know it's not probable if no one knows what causes it, but still…"

Rae shook her head.

"Exactly. There isn't a cure. Luckily, it's not fatal. She'll most likely live with it the rest of her life, but it won't kill her. It's put into the category of chronic illnesses."

"So…what do you think this means for her?"

Rae looked thoughtful.

"I was up most of the night trying to make sense of it. I didn't want to acknowledge that there wasn't a cure, so I did research for over three hours. There are things that can help and make it more bearable, mainly healthy diet and some meds, but she's never responded well to meds, and well, like you just said, there can't be a cure found if no one knows what causes it."

"Hey," Mick reached out and rubbed one of her shoulders, "We'll get through this. She will too. Kelsey seems like a pretty tough kid."

Rae's dark eyebrows furrowed.

" 'Seems like'?"

Whoops.

"I mean, she is. She's yours after all."

Rae tilted her head.

"Is something wrong, Mick? You seem…different this morning."

"Like I said, bad night's sleep."

"Yeah. But I know you on a bad night's sleep. This isn't it."

Oh right, she was his wife. The one who's supposed to know him better than anybody else. He took a sip of his milk trying to think of another good recovery when Kelsey came down the stairs fully dressed in a red tee and a pair of blue jeans. She was also dragging a blanket behind her. The brightness on her face from earlier was gone replaced by a weary look that made her seem older than maybe 10.

"Mommy? Can I watch National Treasure? I'm really tired but I don't feel like sleeping."

"Alright, honey. I'll wake you before you and Daddy leave okay?"

"Okay." Kelsey dragged her blanket into the next room which was probably the living room.

Rae sighed and turned to him.

"She'll probably fall asleep in 10 minutes. That's how it usually is for her these days.

"So…what's wrong, Mick?"

"Just having an off day." He smiled knowing it would only go so far with her.

Rae gave him a look that told him that she was not convinced, then she sighed.

"I have to get ready for a Skype meeting with Palmer Tech. Don't think we're finished talking about this though."

She walked in the direction of the stairs leaving Mick to think up of a believable story to tell Rae later that involved just about anything but the truth.

The moment she was out of sight, Mick blew out the breath he had been holding.

Finding a Middle Knowledge Mick life manual would be really helpful at the moment.


So…what do you think so far? Does it already make up for my last one? I know I made Rae a little too serious but she's under some stress at the moment with Kelsey being sick and finding that there's no cure to help her little girl.

Fibromyalgia is a real illness and what I've said about it so far is all true. A lot of people have it on different levels, some severe, some mild, but either way is never easy. I half suspect I have it myself.

On a lighter side note, yeah I know if Mick never became Chronos, Leonard would still be dead, but I didn't want to leave him dead. I mean, come on, he was one of the main reasons I watched that show when it first came out! And also, I wanted him and Sara to have a happy ending themselves.

Anyway, please review and comment! I accept constructive criticism, but please no character bashing and/or foul language.